The Might of the Military Formation

A seven-hundred-li journey might be very far for ordinary people, but for Xu Yuan, a Strange Ghost in Mortal Shedding, even suppressing his speed, it was no more than half a day's journey.

To be honest, Xu Yuan had held certain expectations for the Barbarian Tribe's Holy City.

Yet when he saw its low walls, not even twenty zhang high, an inexplicable disappointment still flickered through his eyes.

It was like being used to sprawling metropolitan cities, then suddenly returning to some little county town—only to be told this was their finest district.

Through the dark night untouched by falling snow, Xu Yuan sped onward as he gazed at the Barbarian Tribe's Holy City standing within the enormous gorge. Then he suddenly turned back and asked Li Qingyan beside him:

"Qingyan, after this battle, will we station troops here permanently?"

He thought of the Protectorate General to Pacify the West from the Tang Dynasty in his previous life.

Li Qingyan shot him an odd glance with her crimson eyes, a faintly amused smile on her lips.

"Are you an idiot?"

Xu Yuan replied unconcernedly:

"The city is already here, so there's no need for resources to build one. If we permanently station troops here and organize a routine sweep once every year, the Barbarian Tribe will most likely never amount to anything again."

"Not a bad idea."

With the Barbarian Tribe's Holy City close at hand, Li Qingyan was clearly in a good mood. After praising him, she pointed a slender jade finger at the desolate darkness around them and said:

"If troops are stationed in a place like this, setting aside the soldiers' morale, do you know how many resources a single company consumes every year?"

"I'm not a general. How would I know?" Xu Yuan answered without the